I have a fantasy about having a strict Stepmother who teaches her daughter how to administer Saturday enemas and spankings to me.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
Saturday.
Enema day.
Not that I felt ill.
Not that I was having trouble with BMs.
But, Stepmom made it her weekly duty to give me an enema on Saturday, usually before I started any other kind of activities, and followed it with a spanking in varying degrees of pain for me, depending on how much trouble she reckoned I had given her during the week.
I think she enjoyed watching me wiggle and listening to me groan and complain, not that I dared say that out loud.
Up to this point, she had always accomplished this task without her daughter (my step sister) Mary, in the house, who was usually out and about doing a great many things.
She came to my bedroom.
"It's that time," she said, smiling.
I groaned, not too loudly, and I got up, still wearing my sleep wear: white t-shirt, white Hanes briefs, white socks.
I followed her to the bedroom.
She usually had things prepared, when she called for me.
Not this time.
She stopped, I stopped, and she called out, "Mary! It's time."
I frowned. "SHE is going to watch?"
"More than watch," said Stepmom. "I'm going to be working a few Saturdays in the near future, and she is going to actually do this while I supervise, so that she can do it on her own on Saturdays when I'm not home."
I looked at the floor, while biting my lip.
Marsy came in. "Okay, I'm ready."
"You remember what I told you?"
"Let's find out."
"Okay ... what do you start with?"
"Spread the plastic sheet out on the bed." And she did that.
"Next..."
"Place a couple of beach towels over the sheets." And she did that.
"Next..."
"I tell Jay..." and she turned to me, "Strip down and get on the bed, you know the position."
I blushed, and stripped to my socks., and got on the bed, knees on the towels, butt up, my face down on the bed.
"Next..."
"We get the enema bag ready."
I heard them in the bathroom, with water running ... talking in low voices.
They returned, carrying the rack to hang the bag from, and the bag and long hose attached.
"Next..."
"I lube his butt hole, and the nozzle..."
"Next.."
"I gently insert the nozzle..."
UGH...I grunted as the nozzle was pushed in.
"And I inflate the inner balloon..."
I grunted as the balloon inside me filled with air.
"ANd I inflate the outer balloon..."
"Looks ready to me."
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| what a double bardex looks like, but I'm on the bed, not the floor |
"And I open the valve."
I grunted and groaned as my belly filled with soapy warm water.
"And while he's getting filled up?"
"I fetch the big tub."
She went and fetched the large tin wash tub and brought it back.
Thanks to that heartless bitch gravity, the bag emptied its contents quickly inside me.
"Now that the bag is empty...?"
"I set a timer on my phone for ten minutes, for which he has to retain it."
"Okay."
Ten minutes seems like a fuckin' week when you're cramping from a full belly, and if I did not want a painful punishment, all I was allowed to do was grunt OHH and moan UGGH...
Her timer chirped.
"And now...?"
"Now, Jay, get up and squat over the tub."
I did, and opened the two air valves, and the nozzle slid out, and I emptied the contents of my belly and gut into the tub with a rapid, smelly WHOOOSH.
"Go wash your bottom in the bidet," said Emily, "While I dump this in the toilet."
I washed my bottom while she dumped the tub, then rinsed it in the shower.
"Back on the bed for the rinse."
I returned to the position on the bag, while she filled the rubber bag with warm water for rinsing.
Then she came up behind me, lubed my butt hole, lubed the nozzle, slid the nozzle into my butt hole, inflated the balloons, and opened the valve.
I grunted and moaned as my belly filled up.
Quickly the bag emptied its contents inside me.
"And I set my timer for fifteen minutes."
"Right..."
I moaned and gasped and barely heard them talking about girl stuff, while the infinitely-long fifteen minutes passed.
The timer chirped.
"Up and over the tub, Jay."
I got up and squatted, and she opened the air valves, and pulled the nozzle out, and I released a couple quarts of murky water into the tub.
"Go clean your bottom," she said, and she emptied the tub in the toilet while I did so, and she rinsed the tub out in the shower.
We returned to the bedroom, where Stepmom waited, and with some trepidation, I waited to hear what was next, hoping against past experience that it was over, and
I would be dismissed.
"Next?" asked Stepmom.
"Well, you told me earlier, you've had some trouble getting him to do his homework right away, this week, so, Jay, back on the bed, in position."
Crap, I thought, now comes the pain and suffering.
I got on the bed.
"So, you gave me a choice, and I decided on, forty with the short cane."
OH SHIT, I thought, that short cane hurts like hell.
She picked up the cane and stood to my left side and
I grunted and moaned, and on the last stroke, I yelped FUCK!
Stepmom said, "Oh my, and it was almost over."
"Yeah ... he said a bad word."
"Which means ..?"
"Another enema, to start with."
"Uh huh."
I groaned.
Mary went and prepped a warm water enema, brought it in, lubed up my anus and the nozzle, inserted the nozzle, inflated the balloons, and ... opened the valve.
I grunted as my belly filled up.
The bag emptied.
"And now...?"
"Punishment means, twenty minutes of retention."
I gasped. I mean, I knew what to expect from sad experience, but I gasped.
And I groaned, and I moaned, and I sobbed.
And, finally
Her timer chirped.
"Up and over the pot," she said.
I got up and squatted over the tub, and she opened the air valves, and took out the nozzle, and I let go of a couple quarts of, well, less murky liquid.
"Go wash up while I dump this."
We returned to the bedroom.
"And now...?" said Stepmom.
"On the bed for a paddling, Jay."
I groaned and got on the bed.
"So, what do you think?"
"Um, fifteen with the heavy paddle."
I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Okay then..."
She picked up the long heavy paddle and stood to my left, and
I gasped, groaned, and sobbed as it slammed into my sore bottom.
I kept my head down, sobbing.
"Well he took it like a boy," said Stepmom. "Now he WOULD be finished but..."
"He is still technically 'under punishment' so ... some time in the corner?"
"Uh huh."
"Jay, get up and go to that corner."
I got up and went to the corner, and assumed the position I knew very well.
"For how long?" asked Stepmom.
"That is for me to know," said Mary, setting a timer on her phone, "And to not tell him, he'll find out when this timer chirps."
"Right. You're a fast learner. I might let you do this any Saturday, whether I'm home or not."
"That would be swell. Um, can I bring Andrea over to watch? I've told her about how you punish Jay, but ... I don't think she really believes me."
"Yeah, sure, just remember, I usually do this first thing, like 8 or 9 a.m."
"Maybe I can have her on a Friday sleep-over..."
"Sure, set it up for ..whenever you like."
"Okay."
"Now, of course, you have to stay and watch him to make sure he doesn't move, and if he does, he gets more punishment."
"Well, I've got my phone, and there's the t.v."
"I'll leave you to it, then."
Stepmom left the room.
I stood there for a LOOONG time.
Then I closed my eyes and
POOF! I was home.
